#connie springer x you

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・breeding kink with connie ⸜⸜・

connie is a sex obssesed freak, that's why you become concerned when he fucks you gentle.

"fuck con," you moan, your back arching from the bed, "this is new."

your boyfriend is rough and he likes to see you cry and bounce on his cock. even when he swears he's being gentle, you end up with filled puppy and unable to speak from the screaming.

that's why it's so weird when he sinks into your pussy today. he's slow with his thrusts and he takes his time to explore every inch of your pussy. he has you moaning in seconds, but this time because of the passion.

"don't think I haven't noticed." he says, locking his hands in yours. he drags his cock up your walls and you choke on your moans. you're confused, he wouldn't be possibly talking about....?

"you're off birth control." he says seriously. how could he notice? few weeks ago, you were finally sure that you want to spend the rest of your life with connie, that's why you decided to get off birth control and start trying for a baby. you haven't told connie yet, but you knew he would be happy.

"maybe if im sweet, i will get you pregnant faster." you moan at his words, feeling extremely close to your orgasm.

"im gonna breed this pussy until i have 4 mini me's running around." you cum in that moment. connie and you both had raging breeding kink, but it's different now.

"that's all it took you to cum?" he laughs at you, "come on, im gonna give it to you."

spurts of his cum fill you pussy and paint your insides. your back arches at the thought of being so full. he pumps his cum deep into your womb, the motivation to get you pregnant, driving him forward.

"good girl. don't ever go on birth control again. i have so much more to give you."

[nysrage]

Midnight Snack, Connie Springer.

synopsis: connie just couldn’t wait for his dessert to be served..

connie had an extreme sweet tooth, so it was no suprise when he was won over by the pretty lady that owned the bakery shop on the corner from his loft. he’d been a regular customer for about a year before he finally asked you out on a date, and ever since it’d been history. You’d always surprise him with a late night sugary snack after a nice hearty meal and tonight you chose to make his favorite— cinnamon rolls. Even at home you always got into your work mode when making treats, your hair pulled back in a half up half down with your favorite bow securing it all in place. Pink silk robe secured tightly in place as your skilled hands prepare the pastry. Spreading the cinnamon sugar filling on the sweet dough, rolling them with precision and placing them onto the baking sheet as connie sat in the living room, taking in all the delicious aromas filling the place.

Watching his pretty princesa from across the room as you got into your element. Brows scrunched and lip pouted as you focused on preparing your man’s favorite pastry. Roaming around the kitchen as you searched for the ingredients you always stored in his cabinets. His eyes low and red from the previous hits of his blunt that he smoke earlier, biting down on his lip as he took you in. That silk ballerina pink robe contrasted against your brown skin lovingly, displaying every curve and dip beneath the fabric. So mindless unaware of the ripples of your body with every movement you made, even as you whisked the ingredients of the sugary glaze.

Connie didn’t know if it was the sweet aroma or the view from afar but before he knew it was he was right behind you. Kissing your temple as he wrapped his hands around your waist, earning a light giggle from you. “They’re almost done baby,” swaying in his arms as you continued to finish the dessert. “let me just me get these in the oven and i’m all yours..” bending over and placing the cinnamon filled dough onto the rack. The only thing now on connie’s mind was you, that ass on display, and how he wanted rip every piece of silk off your body.

He started slow by pecking your cheek, before slowly moving down to your neck and taking in your flirty perfume. Running his hands along your curves as he lightly sucked at your skin. “Connieee, our snack..” you breathed out, eyes closing as he peppered kisses along your shoulder. “it’s okay mamí, papí ‘bout to give you one..” feeling on that soft booty of yours, hiking your robe up in the process. Slowly you bend over the counter, giving your man a shy twerk and backing your jiggly ass into him. His hard on fighting the restraints of his sweats as he pressed himself into you, earning a soft moan in return. Removing his clothes quickly he bent over you, giving you a wet kiss and whispering into your ear. “You want this dick, hm?” Rubbing that leaking tip through your flooded slit, and toying with your clit. Nodding your head eagerly, pussy clenching with anticipation and waiting to be filled.

“Words, talk to me princesa..” giving your lips a quick two taps, as he continued to teased your pussy below. Barely pushing his tip in and out of you, “Yess, please— I want it connie.” a whimpering gasp leaving your lips as he filled you up slowly at your word. Pelvis flush with your ass before pulling out and giving you a firm thrust. Setting a steady pace that had your pussy gripping onto him tightly, glistening slick leaking out onto his dick. “shit always so wet fr’ me..” those tight walls slowly letting him in with every thrust, opening up just right for him to fuck you stupid.

slobbering on the counter with eyes rolling back as you took those delicious strokes. connie pounding you hard and steady as your body bounced above the island, “yes, yes, yess, f-fuckkk.” you squealed, gripping and scratching at the marble counter. Connie roughly slapping down on that soft flesh rippling against his pelvis. Eyes focused on that tight pussy clenching down on him with every slap. “mhm, like that?” slapping harder, hand imprinted slowly beginning to form of your cheek. building the pressure as he angled his hips up towards that spongey spot deep within. “o-oh my godd, just like that.” voice bouncing with every thrust. Connie digging deeper until your legs were shaking, that creamy essence gushing from those pretty two toned lips and onto the floor.

Connie’s moans growing louder as his thrust grew sloppier, getting closer to his own orgasmic bliss. The oven sounding off with a beep behind you as the clapping sound of connie fucking you echoed throughout the loft. “c-connie, the rolls!” throwing your hand back to slow his pace, just for him to pin it behind your back “fuck them cinnamon rolls mi amor,”

“papí want a cream pie..”

[cottonconnielvr]

pairing ✩ — plug!connie x hyperfem!spoiled!black!reader

warnings ✩— nothing much just fluff, money, pet name daddy is used

“I SWEAR TO GOD BABY,” Connie placed your 6 week old dog back into your lap. “Keep this fucking demon away from me” Your sparkly glossed up lips pouted, petting Marshmallow. “She’s just a baby” Connie bought the dog for you because you keep talking about how much you wanted one. He got the exact breed and everything. Since then, you’ve been so attached to the fluffy animal and Connie was a little jealous.

“She ate my fucking Bapestas” Connie quickly counted the band that was sitting in his lap.

“Boy hush, it was a small little bite. Your shoes are perfectly fine” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving it shiny and glittery.

“So what are we doing today?” You finally bring up your original question. Connie called you to tell you to be ready at 3.

You were dressed in a pink juicy couture tracksuit and some pink custom AF1’s Connie bought for you. His initials hanging off of your neck in shiny diamonds.

“Got a few clients today and wanted to take you with me, wanna take you shopping afterwards.” Connie spoke while keeping his focus on the 5th band that sat in his lap.

“You don’t have to, you just ordered me like $1000 worth of shoes” You loved the treatment Connie gave you but didn’t wanna take all of his money. Although Connie was willing to give you all of it and put you on his will.

“I know but my baby passed all her finals. You deserve the world” You let a smile creep onto your face. Connie always knew how to make you feel so special. He only ever wants the best for you, seeing as he dropped out of college. He just wants for you to be as successful as possible and stunt on all these hoes.

You grabbed his jaw, turning his head to face you before kissing him repeatedly on the lips. A smile broke out onto his face. “I love you so so so so much” You pressed one more kiss to his lips.

“I love you more ma” Connie pressed a kiss to your cheek, staining your lip gloss on it. He reached for the duffel bag in the backseat and placed 3 bands in, handing the rest to you. “This is for your rent and whatever else you wanna spend it on, kay?”

You held back the urge to scream, feeling just so spoiled.

“Thank you daddy” You tease and place the money in your tote bag.

Connie puts the car in drive and looks over at you as he pulls from in-front of your house, seeing you already distracted as you scroll on Sephora.

“Spoiled brat” He mumbles

[rumisgf]

PASSENGER PRINCESS - connie springer x black!reader

summary: your... best friend takes you on your weekly late nights drives. but, this night is different: both of you are aware of the tension between y'all even though neither of you address it- until tonight. warnings: marijuana usage, best friends to lovers, eventual smut, yk car sex, french kissing

you just had got off work, and today really wore you out. it was the usual: your manager was getting on your nerves, there was this lady who tried to argue with you over the counter, and you had to train probably the most incompetent teen who had just got hired. all you knew is you need a blunt and a nap.

as you're laying on your bed ready to kick your clothes off, your phone buzzes. a text from connie, probably the only person you have patience for right now. it reads 'you home?' to which he knows you are, he found out when you get off work (because he listens, of course. totally didn't do his own research before you even told him directly). the minute you text back he's calling your phone, and you roll your eyes a bit 'cause you already know he wants to bother you now.

"hello, sir?" you can hear him smack his lips.

"man, you not even tired! i'm 'bout to head out anyway, just wanted to see what you was doin' right now."

"what, you trynna pick me up?"

"don't ask dumbass questions, you want me to pull up or not?"

you smile to yourself, and get up to change out your work clothes. "mmm... yea. c'mon."

"bet." *click*

soon enough, you see his car pull up from your apartment window and make your way out the door. as you walk down the stairs, you can't help but grin to yourself. no matter how bad of a mood you're in you would never miss an opportunity to chill with his fine as- you mean, the only tolerable dude you know.

you open the car door, the smell of weed hitting your nose. "yooo!" connie greets you with a smile, and a wood in hand. he already had started to roll up before you even made it to the car.

"nigga, what did i tell you 'bout smoking outside here?! if i get in trouble, it is not gonna be my fault!"

"you'on wanna hotbox?" he asks obviously, making you roll your eyes as you buckle in your seatbelt.

he starts the car up and places one hand on the wheel, ready to find an empty parking lot. he notices how you stare outside the window, hand resting on your cheek. "work piss you off?" you simply reply with, "why?" and he says "you not talkin' like usual and actin' all bothered."

he was right, work did piss you off. but for some reason, he was making you especially nervous today. "ion know, just my manager was on dick today. and i had to train this lil' boy he was pissing me off too. i know he a kid but damn, this why i ain't wanna be a trainer in the first place. i already work overtime most of the week i don't be having the energy for that shit, y'know? he keep giving me all these things to do like my schedule not already tight and i'm busting my ass just to still not get promoted yet." it was nice to get stuff of your chest like this because it really calmed you down. better yet, he knew how to calm you down. he knows how to listen while making sure you're still having a good time.

he eventually pulls up to a gas station. "well, don't let that shit bother you. you probably gon get promoted anyway cause you actually do your job. besides, if that don't happen, i been telling you to quit anyway." getting out the car, he pulls his hoodie over his head and comes to open your car door. "now c'mon." "i don't want noth-"

"i said c'mon, mama, i'm getting you snacks! and i want some too i'm not leavin' you in here."

having no argument, you get out and walk with him inside. since it is late, you're the only ones in there and there's only one cashier in sight. the mid aged lady smiles at the two of you as she notices the door bell ring. you both grab a drink of choice from the freezer and make your way to the counter. he sees your eyes dart to a bag of chips, and he picks it up to place it down before you grab his hand. "you don't have to, con." he ignores you, sliding it to the cashier to scan. "oh, stop it, you act like i haven't payed for your hair before."

"your total is $12.59"

he pulls a 20 out his pocket, handing it to her a taking his change. as you both leave, she says "by the way, you two are such an adorable couple!" but, before you can correct her, connie replies

"thank you, ma'am!"

now, you're both sat in the car laughing at the interaction that just happened. "thank you? for real?" you say through giggling. connie simply shrugs, "i ain't wanna make her feel bad!" in your mind, you began to question his response still. why didn't he say no? "i mean shit, you don't look bad so." he stops, furrowing his eyebrows and side eyeing you. "oh, if i was ugly you woulda had a issue?" you look to the side as he pretends to start to be offended. "well, yeah duh." he laughs in response, you following after. "alright, dude."

eventually, he pulls into a random parking lot. you see a bench and a sign, so you assume this is just some park in the area. luckily, no one's here anyway. connie's hand finds the back of your headboard as backs up into a spot. "found this spot like yesterday, nobody really around at night. plus it's chill, i wanna talk to you and ion wanna be bothered seeing other people around."

you can't help but focus on his jawline as he looks back, barely paying attention to the words coming out his mouth. "you even listenin' to me?" he snaps you back into reality. you turn back in your seat as you smack your lips and he chuckles, settling back into his seat. he picks up from where he started, rolling a blunt for the both of you. once he finishes he pulls out a lighter from his glove department, bringing it to his mouth. your eyes pay good attention to his eyes glancing down at the wood, his fingers, his mouth as he inhales, and the way he looks at you after he puffs out smoke.. god he looked fine.

"damn, you gon' take it?" he asks before you even get the chance to zone out completely. you mutter "my fault" before taking it and bringing it to your own mouth. now, its his turn to examine your movements. you don't even notice him eyeing you: the way your acrylics look as you hold it, your makeup still looking nice after a full day of work, your closed lids, the way you're slightly titling your head back... fine as fuck he thinks to himself. he takes off his hoodie as his body warms up. when you look back at him, you see his toned arms in the moonlight and your face begins to heat up. "you feel better, ma?" you nod in response, attempting to contain yourself. however, he can't help but examine you and you begin to notice. "so, what you wanna talk abt?"

he uncharacteristically fiddles with his thumb and looks down. "well shit..." you take another hit, still making eye contact with him. "after that thing just happened it kind of reminded me even more," he takes a pause. he puts his hand out, and you pass the blunt to him before he continues. he brings it to his lips, slowly inhaling. then as he exhales,

"what if we was a couple?"

you take a second, nearly being took out your high that barely started coming over you. "oh.. uhm-"

"not like that, just what if, y'know?" he quickly interjects to save himself from possible rejection. "yeah of course....well, ion know like i said you not ugly." you end up shrugging. sure, you guys are friends, but it would be a complete lie to say you haven't thought about it yourself. you had just never planned on voicing it. "well, what do that mean?"

"i don't know, you not ugly. if we talking hypothetically you my type i guess." you explain, avoiding saying how you actually feel. "i guess is crazyyy." he leans back in his seat, throwing one of arms behind his head as he takes another hit. "so, i'm yo type?"

you feel yourself start to smile. "now what do you mean, sir?" he simply laughs. "i think you pretty too, y/n." his statement catches you offguard, and you find yourself speechless. he only laughs more and looks straight at you, now half-lidded with red hued eyes. "you ain't notice me starin' at you for how many times you been in my car? and you the only girl i really be having in my car, you basically my passenger princess."

the name passenger princess makes you feel warm in a place that you are not willing to acknowledge. "...well, i been starin' at you too. surprised you ain't notice" he's quiet for a second, then looks down at his lap with a smirk. "i did." you smack his arm and he's now in a fit of laughter as he relishes in your embarrassment. after a minute, he smiles at his eyes cant help but focus on your lips. "what?"

he takes a minute to think over the choices he's about to make. and after some thinking, he comes to a conclusion. "...c'mere, mama."

you stare at him for a second, questioning if this is a good idea. but, the way his arms look after removing his hoodie and the way he's manspreading is definitely blinding your judgement. so, you find yourself climbing in his lap just slightly raised up enough so you're not actually sitting on him. but, his hand wraps around your waist and makes you sit down. "aw c'mon, why you bein so shy? it's just me." and he's right. this isn't even the first time you've been this close to him or sat on his lap. your friendship has very little... boundaries. or better yet, you two have a closer platonic relationship than others.

he stares back at you as he raises the blunt in his hand to your lips. you take a hit, blowing smoke directly in his face. you both smile and laugh softly, connie biting his bottom lip. "you so goddamn fine, i swear."

all you respond with a soft giggle as you lean closer into his chest. he wraps an arm around your shoulders and holds eye contact. finally, you both slowly lean in, closing the distance between your faces. his lips instantly catch yours and set a steady pace. he tastes like soda and indica, but right now that is so delicious to you. subconsciously, you slowly move your hips on his laps in rhythm with the movement of your lips on his. he lowly grunts and pulls away. "woah, what you trynna do?" he mumbles, eyeing your body on top of his. "shit, i been holding in a lot, con... i'm on what you on."

his eyes find your thighs, then comes back up to your red, lazy eyes. "you sure, ma?" you bite your lip, "yeah... you want to?" a soft chuckle leaves his lips and he leans back in, centimeters away from your lips. "i been wantin' to do so much to you, y/n, i wanna make you mine.."

his lips crash onto yours and his hands immediately find your ass, massaging the plush skin hidden by your leggings. your tongue finds it way into his mouth and he matches you, tongues dancing with each other. you can feel his boner from under you, and you hope he can't feel you throbbing on top of him. he pulls away again, and tugs at the hem of your leggings.

"can i move these, baby?" he asks. you nod, and he pulls them down to your knees. you shimmy them off knowing you're better off without them restricting your ankles. in return, he scoots you back and he unzips his pants, pulling them down to reveal his stiff hard dick under his boxers. nearly drooling, you eagerly move back up and kiss him again. you grind your hips on his lap once more, moaning into his lips at the feeling. his hand go to guide you and kneed on your ass. he groans into the kiss, you making him harder than he already was.

then, you pull away. he takes a second to look down and notices the wet spot forming on his boxers. he smirks to himself, "damn, baby you that wet?" you look away, still grinding on him. he laughs to himself at your reaction then slides his hand down, pulling your underwear to the side. this thumb finds your clit and you gasp at the sudden contact. he rubs slowly, eyes glued down. he pays attentions to the way your hips begin to buck upward at his touch. then, he slowly slides two fingers into your entrance. "o-oh fuck-!" you moan out. looking back up to you, he licks his lips and focuses on you. "like that, mama?"

you hum in response, eyes closing with pleasure. grinning, he curls his fingers and earns a louder moan sliding out your lips like butter. the sound of you and your wetness as he plays with you is music to his ears. "c-connie..." as you moan out for him, he perks up teasingly. "hm, baby?" you open your mouth to speak, and cut yourself off with another moan. "i- fuck.. i need you"

"need what, babygirl?"

you whine, knowing he's making you say it. "..need you t' fuck me, bae.."

with that, he slips his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and keeping eye contact as he licks them clean. while he does this he lets you pull him out his boxers, dick springing out. you already had a feeling, but he's big. you stroke him slowly, taking notice of how he squirmed in your touch. "fuck, y/n.." his hips buck upward and his lids close for a second, slightly throwing his head back. you end up throwing off your underwear, leaving you in only your hoodie you left the house in.

"take yo time, okay?" he says softly as you lift up. you nod, and finally begin to sink down onto him. he bites his lips as he feels your slick coating him as you slide his dick into you. your hands grip his shoulders as you sit all the way down, feeling every inch of him. you both moan at the feeling. after a few seconds, you start moving up and down on him. your head falls into the crook of his neck, moaning onto his skin and sending chills down his spine. "f-fuck...baby.."

his hands find your hips, following your movements. "damn baby, just like that.. ride that shit.." you pick up the pace and your grip on him tightens. he now goes to grips your ass, helping move you up and down on all his length. "fuck-! 's so big.." you're whining and moaning into his shoulder, working yourself on him.

connie starts to move his hips in unison with you. "yeah, you like that shit? he starts grinning, looking at your face buried into him. "mhm.. love this dick.." your slick is staining his boxers even more as it drips down while you coat his dick in arousal. "i know, mama, this pussy takin' me so well... you wet f' me." he smacks your ass, earning a small gasp out of you. "look at me, ma."

you lift your head and he smiles at you, admiring your current state. "sexy as fuck.." he moves to massage your hips before pecking your lips. "love you, princess." your heart flutters, as well as your pussy, and your lips form a small smile. "love you, pa" you circle your hips on him and he hums with satisfaction, curses falling out his mouth. "yeah, just like that.. so fuckin' good.."

you ride him with intent, doing it like you had always did in your fantasies. "you feel so good.." you moan, your hole gripping him tighter. "fuck.. i know, ma, i know. takin' this dick so well."

a knot begins to form in your stomach and your eyes squint again as you look back at him. "baby, 'm gonna cum.." you moan, now moving up and down faster. in response, he begins fucking up into you at the same pace.

"mhm c'mon, nut all on this dick." your moans grow in volume and you become putty in his hands. "fuckfuckfuck!" you cry out as your eyes close shut, and you're slamming your ass down on him as you chase your high. he moans as he watches you, holding you tighter. "yeah, there you go mama..." soon, you begin writhing on him as you cream on top of him, painting his dick white. you can feel the strings of your own cum as he continues to thrust into you, reaching his own orgasm. "c-connie! fuck!"

"'m close baby, 'm close, i know." his breathes are frantic and his head is thrown back. "holy fuck, baby.. shit-!" he pulls out as he jerks himself, releasing himself on your ass. you both lay on each other, out of breath as you come down. he looks at you, a smile growing on his face. "don't you go fuckin' somebody else like that, you mine now."

you smile back tiredly, leaning in to kiss him. this kiss is slow, and loving. you pull away, "and you mine."

© rumisgf

[lingeriae]

when connie wants to take a nap and you're doing something, he walks up to you and waits for five minutes --like some warning or sum- and then hauls your ass over his shoulder with a yawn.

like...

You're sitting on the couch with your laptop in your lap, watching spongebob wit a bag of tostitos in your hand. While you're about to place one of the chips in your mouth you hear footsteps, you lean your head over the couch back to see connie dragging his big ass feet through the house, lips pushed out in a pout with his hands shoved in the pocket of his sweatpants and his shirt that he took off hangs from his shoulder. your eyes meet and he doesn't say anything as he walks up to you, stopping right at your feet.

Raising an eyebrow at him you drag you eyes to the bag of chips in your hand, taking out one and offering it to him. he takes it and places it into his mouth, looking at you with a blank stare and his hands still shoved into his pocket. "what?" you mumble, kissing your teeth when he rolls his eyes.

You turn your eyes back to your laptop screen, giggling as you watch squidward get chased by a jellyfish, you're about to push another chip in your mouth when everything is turned upside down.

Gripping unto connies shoulder you let out loud curses. "Bitch are you fucking crazy!?" you scream slapping his chest, connie only continues walking slapping your ass and telling you to watch your mouth before he drops you.

He doesn't even give you a warning before throwing you unto the bed, a gasp falling from your lips as you bounce on the mattress.

Connie only spreads your legs before crawling in between them and resting his head on your chest, grabbing your wrists and pulling them towards his head. "Bro you're so annoying." you huff before scratching his head feeling him shudder when your nails brush over his nape, you smile as he pecks your chest and mumbles an "love you, mami."

Kissing his head before telling him you love him too.

He's so annoying but that's your (my) man frlllll

[ramonathinks]

EREN, GOJO, CONNIE, DABI, RAN, MIYA TWINS

[br4tphobia]

𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐁! 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 .

“s-shit mami” his hands gripped on your ass, seeing his face contort to pleasure. hearing his cute little sounds from the way you move ontop of him, dominating him so good. how he’d follow every order you give him, his mind only focusing on you. “open.” you’d say, having your hand around his throat. seeing connies pretty lips part, you let a small glob a spit slide down his tongue. leaning down to kiss him after, connie immediately ran his tongue over yours, swapping saliva messily. “doin so good fa’me..y’know that baby?” connie whined at your praise, nodding his head before letting out another erotic moan. “fuckfuck just like that..imma cum again..” hearing him get louder, knowing he was growing more sensitive than he already was. “yea? wan’ me to catch that nut?” “yes..” his voice cracked as he was going into his high. his vision blurring from the intensity. “stopstopstop oh my fuckin god…” he begs, the overstimulation burning throughout his body but it feels so good. you cant do nothing but slow down, watching how good you got him.

[kyunzin]

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞

character; 𝐒. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

cw; he just cant get enough of your sweet cunt (f!reader)

tags; nsfw, black reader, oral(f!receiving), cum eating, squirting, overstimulation, pussydrunk!connie

a/n; I love him, sorry for any typos

it doesn’t matter what you’re doing he will find a way to be between your legs, he’s not stopping until he’s satisfied and your cunt is slick with his saliva mixed with your juices.

✰ at your desk while you’re doing work

he comes up behind your desk chair one arm around your neck his hand turning your face to pull you into a quick kiss. you’ve been here trying to finish your assignment for a couple hours now and are almost finished, you hoped he would let you go without disturbing you until you’re finished but clearly he gave up being away from you.

“how long till you finish ma, I miss you”

you press a small kiss to his jaw before turning back to your work, not wanting to break your focus “I’m almost done baby, just wait a bit longer for me” theres no telling if that will be enough to deter him but you try anyway believing that he will see that you don’t have much left before your attention is back on him. unfortunately for you he used up all of his patience and isn’t willing to let you finish peacefully.

“come on mami, you been here for ages doin this, you cant take a break now?”

you try to stay focused writing more words down in the document when his hands start to roam your chest through the loose tank your wearing and it’s weakening your resolve “no papi, I have to finish this now otherwise I’ll miss the deadline” his hands massage your shoulders letting out a defeated sigh, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck. he’s doing all fifty tricks to try and get you away from your work and if it continues any longer it might just work.

“take a little break for me princess, I’ll make it worth your while”

his musky scent as well as his sultry voice have you at your breaking point and you let out a defeated sigh and he knows that he’s won you over. you push forwards you work and lean back in the chair moving away from you desk, turning around to see him standing there with a familiar grin on his face and you know your not going to get your work finished tonight, the smile on his face tell you that he knows as well. “remember you said a break, I don’t wanna spend to long away from this baby. be quick please” without a word he sinks to his knees in front of you easing you out of your shorts and panties. he wastes no time bringing you to the edge of the chair and swinging your legs over his shoulders and settling his head between your thighs.

✰ while you’re watching a movie, he finds something else bide his time

the two of you are laid on the sofa, you laying under him with his head resting on your chest and his arms around your chest. your legs are loosely wrapped around his torso while the both of you comfortably watch as the tv play an old movie that the both of you have watched before. he only let you watch because he loves to hear you laugh at the same bits every time. it’s not until you feel him unwrap himself and start moving down your body that you let out a quizzical hum.

“don’t worry about me ma, just watch your show”

it doesn’t quell your curiosity however all questions are answered when he stops above your thighs and pulls off both your sleep shorts and your lace panties at the same time dropping to the floor next to you. “really babe, we just fucked and you’re still horny” in return he places a few kisses to the inside of your thighs while looking up you with a conniving grin. in due time the movie is forgotten by the both of you as your attention is focused on trying to push his head away from his onslaught on you pussy. it’s not the first time he’s gotten bored of watching a show and chosen to eat you out instead, it definitely won’t be the last time either.

✰ before he fucks you

it’s like a ritual for him. there no time that the two of you fuck that doesn’t start with him lapping and sucking on your cunt. most of the time he does it for you but sometimes it’s for his pleasure. he can sit there for minutes and hours with his tongue thrusting in and out of your pussy. obscene sounds bouncing in the room as he licks up all the leaked juices from your pussy only for him to fuck them back into you with his tongue. he especially loves it when your thighs lock around his head keeping him place while he happily sucks on your clit locked in place like a child sucking on a lollipop. his tongue curling inside of you, the vibrations of his moans adding to the pleasure. the feel of your new nails running through his freshly trimmed hair as you push his face further into your pussy only spurs him on more. it’s only a matter of time before he feels the familiar sensation of your pussy quivering around his tongue before you cum into his mouth. he makes you cum at least twice like that before he actually fucks you.

✰ after he fucks you

it should be no surprise that he eats you out after he fucks you full of his cum. it’s also a part of his ritual. however instead of having you on your back he makes you ride his face grinding your sensitive cunt and nub on his face. tongue stuck out as he catches all the cum that drips out your sopping pussy. at first you worry about crushing him under you but after some reassurance from him you lower yourself on his face though still letting up some of your weight. however he’s not satisfied with that and pulls you down on him completely, holding you down by your thighs sucking out the cum from you. even as you try to lift up overstimulated by all the pleasure he holds you down firmly not letting you run away from his mouth. the stimulation of both your clit rubbing against his nose and his tongue ravishing your cunt has you cumming for the nth time that night, squirting all your juices into his mouth as he tries his best to suck it all up. only then is he satisfied and goes to run a bath for you while you lay there limp and fucked out.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・connie's bimbo girl jerking his off ⸜⸜・

connie loves when his bimbo girlfriend finally comes home after a long day or shopping with her friends just to wrap her manicured fingers around his cock.

"did you use all of the money i gave you?" he asks you, his hand in caressing your hair. he could fall asleep like this if he wasn't so goddamn turned on right now.

you shake your head, "nuh uh, they were only 700 dollars."

his mouth curves into a loving smile. he loves when you spend all of his money to look cute for him. especially those beautiful nails.

"come on, baby," he encouges you, "go a little harder on me."

you squeeze your hand around his cock, spitting on his tip. the spit mixes with his precum, making it easier for you to jack him off. your panties start to dampen at the noises he's making, but you know you have to wait.

this is his first orgasm of the night. he sucks in a breath when your fingers accidently brush against his tip. he can't stand this anymore.

"im gonna cum, baby." his voice is deep and it takes you few more stokes before he's cumming on your hand.

"good girl," connie praises you, pulling you closer to kiss you, "now, tell me how did you spend the rest of the money i gave you."

you frown a little, it's not time to be talking because you have another surprise for him.

"i thought we would get in a bath and i would massage you and then i could ride you..." you trail off. your lips are still in the adorable pout and connie can't say no.

"i can never say no to you, love."

little did you know that the rest of the money is waiting for him under your clothes - a tattoo of his name right above your pussy.

[jjkeremika]

what they don't know

description: you've been hooking up with the Attack on Titan men without telling anyone. a dirty secret well kept.

fem!reader x Erwin; Eren; Levi; Connie (aot/snk)

disclaimers/warnings: NSFW/MDNI; aot universe; groping/fondling; grinding; oral (fem receiving); penetration; riding; blow job

Erwin

One walk-in on the scene and the whole escapade would be over and exposed. The evidence was undeniable: jackets and boots scattered and tossed; suspenders and straps recklessly abandoned; cream pants haphazardly discarded. A clear trail through the litter, right to the scandal unfolding.

The office chair squeaked to its limits at the force of your thighs heavily colliding with Erwin's. With the tightest hold near your hips, he lifted and dropped you onto his long cock at the pace he pleased; your breasts bouncing to his building feverish delight. The blond man couldn't resist pushing his nose into your chest, directly against your sternum, wanted to feel them against his face, under his chin.

You held the medallion around his neck and pulled him closer, listened and gleamed at his responsive groan, meshed your lips and tongue against his to prevent the scream boiling inside.

Eren

It started with a simple question, asked by an anything but simple man. A shaky exhale followed by a firm change in tone, a change in his demeanor that accentuated his height, highlighted the broadness of his already bare shoulders, sweating from sweeping. "Should we go in the sauna?"

Now it was an absolute, joining Eren in the sauna when he was alone, when there was nobody within sight. You'd swivel your hips and drop the towel, helplessly observe as the growing bulge practically removed the loosely hung towel, thank the heavens the steam covered for the sweat and redness from his undivided attention.

The steam made it so much easier to slide onto his cock, grind down onto him, pin him between you and the bench with your strong thighs. Eren had to bite into your shoulder to keep quiet, to let the muffled noises dissipate into the thick sauna fog.

Levi

Levi was always hasty, like he needed to touch and feel every part of you until it was rubbed to oversensitivity, like he needed to do it as soon as possible. He was realistic and calculated, always acutely aware of an unwelcome, nearby presence.

His strong walls cracked every time you dropped to your knees, shields defaulted into wooden planks, vulnerability on total display. You brought him out of his element when you took the thick extremity into your palm, turned him into a needy, nervous, dirty mess as you sucked his cock.

He went stiff as he picked up on activity elsewhere, tried to tug you off by your hair but you were frustratingly insistent on your knees, his tip near your lip. The pit of anxiety swelled into his gut, morphed with immense desire and pleasure into an indiscernible mixture, released into your throat as you sucked softly and he bit the back of his hand.

Connie

You knew from the start Connie's mouth would be dangerous. A big mouth without a filter or a director, acting on a whim and emotion, speaking between thoughts and popping out jokes. It was no surprise when his tongue was poking between your lips, peaking into your mouth and lingering.

And he ran his mouth all the way to your crotch, settled neatly between your thighs, slurping and sucking on the sensitive skin as you spread your legs, rested them above his crafted shoulders.

Connie slowed down but never stopped when someone walked by the room, the footsteps or voices carrying through the walls. Though the voices were so clearly prevalent, you could barely hear it over your soaring heart beat, over the static burning in your brain, as Connie licked and licked and licked.

[cottonconnielvr]

if you’re still doing requests— can you do when plug!connie gets out of jail?

i gotchuuu guys 🫶🏾

WARNINGS ✩ — floor sex, stair sex, oral (fem receives), overstimulation, honestly not my best writing n i don’t rlly like this 😐

DT(S) ✩ — @undevidedattentionsblog @xocherishxo @tthatkidmimi @nydascienceguy

part one.

Your body was pressed against the cold marble floor. Your nipples were hard and sensitive.

Connie’s buff tattooed arm was wrapped around your neck, holding you in a chokehold. His body laid on top of yours, covering you almost completely. His cock was buried inside your wet hole, thrusting relentlessly.

He used his strength to push you back on his dick. He had no choice but to make you take it all because you kept running away from him,which he hated.

You and Connie didn’t get to make it to the bedroom before he ripped all of your clothes off. He already ate you out in the parking lot after he was released to you, giving you crazy back shots as well. On the way home he fingered you will you drove, almost causing three accidents.

You knew how much Connie missed you, but you weren’t prepared for how rough he was about to fuck your shit up.

You struggled to breathe as Connie was knocking the breath out of you with his hard thrusts. You ass bounced back in ripples after Connie shoved his hips deeper inside you.

“F-fuck. Why you keep running from me mama, hmm? I thought you missed me” Connie whined and panted heavily in your ear, licking the side of your cheek.

“I….” You attempted to say but your sensitive cunt was getting absolutely wrecked.

“Hmm, you missed me baby?” Your hand reached out infront of you, trying to get a grip on the ground.

You nodded your head in pleasure, biting your lip as Connie rolled his hips into you. “Mmm i’m gonna c-cum again..” you whimpered into Connie’s bicep.

Your body tensed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Connie moaned in your ear. “Fuckkk I needed this so bad mami. I haven’t made you feel good in sooo long. It’s all my fault baby im so sorry” Connie rambled with his eyes rolled back, absolutely pussy drunk.

Connie could feel his sensitive cock pulsing.

“Cum wimme” Connie mumbled into your ear. You could feel your legs go numb as they shook. Connie practically humped you, trying to get as deep as he could.

“F-fuck” Connie cried out as you clenched around his length. His cum squirted deep inside you, followed by your cunt releasing your cum.

The living room was filled with your heavy breaths. You took the time to realize that you were still on the floor , right infront of the front door. Your clothes scattered on the floor, panties thrown over the couch.

Connie slide out of you with a whimper, watching cum slowly ooze out. It was such a filthy sight to see.

You jumped, feeling Connie’s hand slap your ass. You had so much you wanted to say to him. He was finally home.

But with the way your guts were rearranged, it was so hard to speak. Before you could process your recent orgasm, you felt Connie pick you up. Like instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You squeezed your arms around his neck, so happy he was here. The silence was somewhat comfortable. You and Connie mentally agreeing to just live in this moment.

As Connie walked up the stairs, you felt his still hard cock slip into your dripping hole. You immediately clenched around him, causing Connie to pause on the middle of the steps.

You winced due to how sensitive you were. You could feel Connie’s hands on your thighs, slowing bouncing you up and down.

You let out a groan of frustration, he can still keep going?

“Constancee ” You gasped out.

“Yeah ma? It feels good” His lips glide over yours as he turns towards the rail, letting you lean on it.

His thrusts pick up, his cock hitting you right in your cervix.

“ohh my g…” you bite your lip, holding onto Connie.

“S-shittt. you feel so good” Connie’s eyes roll back as his tip kisses that one spot.

You can feel your stomach start to clench already, you eyes tearing up again from overstimulation.

“Fuck daddy mm gonna cum again” you moan out as you feel the knot snap. Connie continued thrusting until you squirted, squirting his cook out. Connie held onto you as you covered his stomach in your wetness. “Damn” Connie mumbled to himself.

Your legs were shaking, completely loosing strength around Connie’s waist.

“I gotchu ma” Connie carried you to your bedroom. He took time to look around. You changed most of the decorations in the room, pictures of you and Connie all around the room. Connie laid you down on the bed before spreading your legs open and taking his place between them.

“You’ve came so much baby” Connie laughs as he lightly circles his finger around your clit. You jumped at his touch. “Please no more. I can’t take anymore daddy. Just let me please you” You reached your hand down to get his attention.

Connie interlocked his fingers with yours , shaking his head. “No I left you. I haven’t pleased you. I need to make up for it all. I need to make you feel so good” His soft hands ran up and down your thighs, softly kissing your inner thigh.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly. Your other hand reached down to push his head away but he only pushed your hand away.

He flicked his tongue on your clit, drowning in your wetness and moans.He rubbed two fingers up your slit before slowly pushing them in, curling them upwards.

“Go ahead and moan for me sweetie,” Connie fastened the pace of his fingers. “Let me know i’m making you feel good”

Your toes curled, body stilling for a moment. Connie slightly jumped at the sudden liquid that splashed against his face. Fuck he really had you so touch deprived. You were cumming faster than you ever had before.

Connie licked you once more before coming up to your face.

Connie sloppily kissed your sticky lips, his tongue sliding against yours.

“Fuck in the shower?”

[erensbabyy218]

Problem solver

warnings: connie x black fem reader

oral, weed

Connie believes that any problem can be solved with his head between his legs, tongue wrapping around your clit or you down on your knees as you take his dick in your mouth.

he forgot to pick you up from work cause he was smoking with the guys? head

"m'sorry ma, i was tryna leave but they wouldn't give me my keys back" he mumbles against your neck and its true, everytime he tried to get up and leave eren would hold out another blunt that connie didnt even see him roll, promising that this was the last one before he was taking the keys out of Connie's hand and depositing them into his pocket, and its not that eren didn't like you or anything but high connie was a different type of funny.

connie's hand is tugging at the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down your leg along with your panties, head disappearing between your legs.

your hand goes to his buzzed hair and you push his face deeper into your pussy, no longer upset about having to call an uber, all you can think about is the way connie's tongue flicks over your clit and the two fingers that's stretching you out just right.

you cant even remember what you were mad about in the first when you're cumming on his tonuge and he's slurping it down greedily.

You accidentally dropped all the weed he just brought cause you didnt see it when you let your body fall onto his lap.

Your throwing your hair up in a messy bun and dropping down to your knees, your hands sliding up and down his thighs.

“M’sorry daddy” you pout, pulling his sweats down just enough to free his half hard cock, taking it in your hands and pumping it till it’s fully erect.

Your press a quick peck to his tip before taking it into your mouth and sucking softly on the tip.

connie bucks his hips up, pushing more of his length into your mouth and hissing when you gag slightly.

“fuck baby your mouth feels s’fucking good” he grunts, a heavy hand coming to rest on the back of your head, pushing you down further onto his cock.

“fuckkkk” he groans as he cums down your throat, breathing heavily.

he ate the rest of your food in the middle of the night after smoking 5 blunts back to back, knowing you planned on taking it to work the next day? head

"you still mad at me?" he asks as he pokes his head through the door to your shared bedroom, you don't even bother to look at him, instead you finish applying your lips gloss, grabbing your phone and purse before you push past him and towards the steps. connie lets his hands find your waist and he pulls you flush against his chest "dont be mad at me ma, lemme make it up to you"

your pulled back into the bedroom and down onto the bed, your pants are pulled down your legs, dropping off the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

connie's head is between your legs in an instant, slurping at your cunt hungrily, tongue flicking back and forth against your clit.

[lingeriae]

"what the fuck is this?"

you look over your shoulder from your place in the sink to see connie, holding out something in his hand, squinting at the object you turn your gaze back to him raising an eyebrow.

"are you serious?"

he blinks at you, eyebrows drawing together before placing one of his hands on his hips, while the other one held out the 'strange' object. "are you serious?" he mimics your voice which causes you to scrunch up your nose at him and roll your eyes, drying your hands with a towel you walk up to him. "yes im serious, girl, why you think im asking if I wasn't serious?" he sucks his teeth at the end of his sentence, and your lips twitch in amusement as you come to stand infront of him.

"so sorry, girl." you snicker at the deadpanned look he gave you before snatching the 'thing' out of his hands. "can't believe you dunno what this shit is, you had so much bitches and you aint never seen them have this?" the look connie give you has you bursting out in laughter, bending over to hold your stomach before sitting up with a giggle.

the male only mean mugs you before crossing his arms over his chest, muscles flexing at the action, "you gon tell me what it's for or keep wastin my time?"

you only rolled your eyes in response, pulling down his arms while connie watched you curiously, squealing when you placed the cool sticky shit on his chest. "what the fuck are you doing?! ew why it feel like that? get it off, this shit is nasty!" he screams all while you laugh , he trys to pry your arm off his chest but you keep it their firmly and laugh your ass off at your boyfriends whines.

"bro, relax. it's a silicone bra." connie squirms, still trying to get you to remove the bra off his chest. "it goes on my titties to hold em up if ion wanna wear a bra."

looking at you, connie tilts his head, no longer squirming. "ohhh." you nod your head, smiling gently up at him while still pressing the bra against his chest.

a minute passes and you both just stand there looking at eaach other.

"hey ma?"

"hm?"

"please take that shit off my chest."

[ramonathinks]

CONNIE, FLOCH, EREN, HAWKS, GOJO, GETOU

[br4tphobia]

mothers day . ♱ connie springer

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ details + Wc : 2,9k, Plug bby daddy! Connie x fem! reader, written with black woman in mind, idccc connie tanned !!!, connie being a sweet heart 🥹, connie callin the reader hella petnames, snuck in a lil bit of headcannons here n there!! , uses of baby, ma, mama and more, connie sneakin ina lil jokey joke, you/your pronouns used ! (not proofread, forgive me if u see any spelling mistakes.) NS4W + sex w/ some plot, passionate sex, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, oral (r receiving), breeding kink (ig .), fingering (r receiving) marking, missionary, pussy whipped connie !!, creampie and slight overstimulation .

✧˖*° vals note + this was lowkey ass n short (all of my work is) but hey ,, js a lil sumn thats late for mothers day, love everything yall do for yall children !!

its mothers day. the day where mothers are appreciated by children for what their mothers have did for them. you and connie have been dating for a while, only have one child, ava. life is perfect as it is and you wouldnt trade anything for it .

“boy what are you planninggg !”

your glossy lips pout dramatically, a blindfold covering your eyes and he guides you by your waist. “jus’ know its for you.” you suck your teeth, “well duh .. since you plannin all this shit, where ava?” “dont worry about allat, she with mikasa.” a exaggerated sigh fell from your lips, eager to see what ever hes gonna show you. “bae you scarin me ..” he leaves a reassuring grip on your waist and plants a kiss on your neck. “nothin to be scared about, now watch yo step. we going up the stairs .” “cant watch my step if im blind folded ~” “exactly why im here.” you cant help but feel yourself warm all over, his hands cupping around your waist, smooth tone of his voice, his audible accent.

when you both make it up the stairs which seems like forever, he removes one hand off your waist to open the door, “keep the blind fold on til i say you can take it off .” a small “ok..” leaves past your tongue, you fidget with your fingers nervously — connie doesnt do surprises like that ; but when he did, it was scary. “igh..take it off.” “papi, can you do it.. im nervous.” a small chuckle erupts from his chest, undoing the tie behind your head — before taking it off “ready, ma?” he questions you. you nod your head as a yes quickly, the darkness covering your vision fades away ; the blind fold dropped. your eyes adjust to the dim light in the room, “happy mothers day.” your eyes immediately widen along with a gasp. rose petals along the floor leading to the bed traced into a heart with red ballons reaching the ceiling with pictures of you, connie and ava hanging at the end. designer bags sitting infront of the pillows. such as Chanel, Louis vuitton and prada.

your eyes swell up at the scene. “you didnt..” holding your head up, trying to prevent those tears that’s threatening to fall. he pulls you into a hug, “i did. i love you and appreciate you for everything you did for this family.” whispering in your ear while he rubs circles on your back. “i-i love you too..thank you.” “save those tears mama, lets see yo gifts.” he grabs your arm and leads you to the bed. he watches you intensely as you smile from joy at the gifts, thats all he wants. to see you happy in life. “con..! i swear you’re too good to me!” your pretty face beaming, holding up the beautiful louis vuitton bag. tracing over the LV monogram logo ever so lightly. “you like it mama?” “i love it, baby, thank you. so so much !” his polished whites shine in your face from your response.

laying with him close after opening your gifts you catch him staring at you, the longer he looked at you, the more he fell in love. hell, even if you both are screaming at each other out of anger. “you ok..?” — “you're so pretty.” he's so confident in what he says you hate it, it always folds you. he's not afraid of thinking he's doing too much for you, flat out treating you like a princess more than he does his baby girl. he grabs your chin before your could respond and presses his lips against yours, you kiss back. your hand snaking up his neck, scratching his nape lightly with your solid baby pink nails. he tilts his head to the side to get more access to your lips, his tongue going past your teeth, tongues swirling around whilst he holds you still with his hand on your neck. lifting you up a bit to help you onto his lap. he groaned into your mouth as he pulled you on top of him, straddling his body. your tongues ran over each other so passionately, pulling away every other second to catch your breath.

he utters sweet compliments between every clash of lips, he always knows what to say to you. your plush thighs sit on his with your back arched, the kiss only getting deeper, his hands slid down to your hips and rocked them back and forth. you feel his hard on bump on your clothed clit causing you to moan, gaining the muscle memory of grinding ontop of him, you pull away from the kiss at the pleasure. “jus’ like that mama..” soft groans were shared through the room together from both mouths. til the point where he was leaking in his own pants he turns you in your back, swiftly scooting down to your thighs. he gave you a look of consent, you nod slightly, lowering the band of your shorts that you’ve been teasing connie with all day. his veiny hands pull both your shorts and underwear down in a swift motion.

you let out a light gasp at the cold air mixing with your hot core, you push your thighs together from the cold. “aht aht.. lemme see that pussy, keep those legs open ma..” his hand slid in-between your thigh and part them together. he licked his lips before diving in. he spat down on your core, slurping it up almost instantly. he runs his tongue over your folds, his nose bumping your clit — sending a shock wave to your pit of your stomach. “mm..con..” honey sweet moan fills his ears, your hand resting on his head whilst yours grip the sheets. placing sloppy kisses on your pussy, this man was eating you out like it was his very last meal of his life. slurping, smacking, and gulping down your slick, he knows he can eat pussy and tales advantage of it. “fuck..i love the way you eat this pussy papi..” your voice is breathy, more moans are formed and exhaled out of your mouth.

you rut your hips against his face, your juices running down his face dripping onto the silk sheets. you love seeing connie like this — hungry for you. the way he groans into your pussy at your taste, having his own make out session with your folds ; tongue fucking you ever so deliciously. "im gonna cum baby.." you roll your head back, waiting for your orgasm. every lick and plunge from his tongue brings you closer to the edge – god, you haven’t felt like this for while since ava was born. Everything starts to feel tingly and intense, he was desperate for you. “cmon.. make a mess on my face, mama.” Muttered through his messy mouth full of your arousal, you see white spots as soon as the pit in your stomach boils over. “mm shit babyy!” clawing at his dyed hair, shaking legs, broken moans, all that just by his mouth.

he made sure not to let a drop spill after pulling away, he charmingly smiles against your cum stained thighs, giving them a peck. “still with me, mama?” “ yea..” your voice is breathy, and rasp. Recovering from you recent orgasm, “ight, lift your arms .” his hands curve to your back as you do as he says. The shirt going over your head and dropping them back to your sides. “can I” he looks you dead, then trailing down to your laced bralette, hinting to take it off . “mhm” is your immediate response, feeling his slim tattooed fingers clip your bra of your chest. your nipples harden to the exposed surface of the air, “you gon lemme suck em ?” he raises a eyebrow, his tone teasing. you smile at his idiotic comment “oh my god.. yes…” connie hums at your quiet response, “yes, con. you can.” not even processing your answer he latches his mouth on your nipple like hes some type of leech. the warm wetness of his mouth soaking your nipple, whilst his other hand massages the other one — you let out quiet whines as hes twisting and pinching on it.

“imma prep you, ok, pretty?” hes slightly inaudible but you can still understand. he sliding his hand down your bare body, curving down to your inner thigh. connie collects the leftover slick and slides his lubricated digits into you. your walls immediately pulse around him index and ring, his thumb reaching to rub your clit. “oh my god..” shallow breathes escape, his long fingers massage the inside of your pussy, scissoring, pumping and curling against ; hitting all the rights spots. “just like that baby, oh fuck..” once he feels like hes gave that boob enough attention he switches, his mouth latching on your right one. you find yourself grinding on his fingers, the pleasure too much where you have to push your sticky thighs together, your nipple leaves his mouth with a ‘pop !’

“what i tell you ?” his tone hinted a warning , “to k-keep my legs open..”

“then do it, todays all about you. so let me make you feel good.”

he continues his actions with his fingers, simultaneously reaching up to give you a kiss. “think — you can ,, take me?” he’d push his fingers out through the kisses as you keep coming back for more, “yes, i need you so bad..” “dont say that, imma nut in my pants, mama” he rolls his eyes in resemblance of you. “boy pleasee” he gives you another smile before pulling his sweat pants down, you stop him. tugging on his shirt “take it off firstt” “ight ight,,” his shirt lifts over his head and thrown unknowingly in the room — his tanned abs on full display for you, god knew what he was doing when creating him cause lord.. hes so fine. “now ,, can i fuck you?” “of course.” he lowers the waistband to his thighs along with his PSD boxers. his tip slaps against his toned stomach with ongoing beads of precum oozing out the pretty brownish pink slit of his tip.

“ready, ma?” he says with a few strokes with his then — then sliding his girth through your folds. nodding another yes, he slides in. the wetness of your pussy squelches as he slids in, pretty tanned cock disappearing into your heat. “shit..” you head rolls back, eyes brows furrowing at the small stretch. “i know, ma..but you can take it..i know it.” his comforting words ease the pain, with his hand stroking your face. within a few moments he pulls out til the tip is only left inside you. “you think you can take me?” “yea..” “tell me if its too much.” whispering low, but loud enough for you to hear. he’d raise your leg on his shoulder and push back into you, sliding in and back out. making sure his rhythm wasn’t too slow or fast — from watching your facial expressions and body language, he kept his pace,

"mm.. fuck.." moaning softly, he could listen to your sounds every morning, evening, and night. "thats it mama.. " he lowers his head to the level of your neck, nibble and sucking on your bare skin. visible bite marks and hickeys grew one by one, connie loves marking you. he wants to know youre his, he loves you and wants to be there for you at all times. even when you both are on bad terms. the way his shaft disappears into every-time he rocks back into you. pushing out moans more and more, “look at you.. takin this dick so pretty..” he groaned at the feeling of your getting wetter at his choice of words. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him inches closer than what he already was to collide his lips with yours. tongues tangling beautifully together, moans, groans , and whimpers where the only thing shared along the soft skin clapping.

pulling away from his intoxicating lips, to catch your breath. he moves back down to your hickey, covered neck to add more. whispering how good it is against your neck “fuckk i miss this pussy..” — “got me wantin to nut already..” “mm..” whimpering as he brushes his tip against your cervix again. he angles his hips at certain directions to find your spot, watching your body language once again. His finger tips grazing over your beautiful curves while thrusting into you so sensually as hes laying kisses on your neck. "fuck papi.. faster.." your body squirms at neediness, just for him to obey your request — snapping his hips quicker then before, not too fast nor slow, hed do anything just to make sure you were pleased, in and out of bed! he loves you too much to leave you unsatisfied. “mm shitt !” you breath hitches on how deep he got, bumping places inside you that you couldnt reach with your own fingers, he watches your boobs bounce at the rhythm of his strokes as you grip on once tightly, those plump lips slightly agape to release moans, the crease between your hips and thighs from having your legs on his shoulders.

another moan came from you lips, the volume of them getting louder as he hits your g spot. “right here, ma?” he softly puts his hand over the small bulge re-appearing every other thrust, “y—yes! don’t stop baby.. fuck im g’na cum..” oh, he most definetily wont stop. your back arches from the pleasure, scratching on Connie’s back for some type of stability, leaving scratch marks he would definitely admire in the morning. “cum, mama. nut on this dick.” more thrusts, clit stroking, and groping away from your second orgasm. connie loves how whiney you get before you cum, your high pitched moans and whimpers is the most euphoric thing to hear from you, letting him know that you feel good. “baby..baby im cu—" cut off by a silent moan, his strokes get deeper then — what you thought — he possibly could get. gushing over his length, a white ring forming on it.

"fuuck.." he slows down to prevent himself from cumming too soon, but still allowing you to ride out your orgasm. your voice is quiet mumbling "oh baby"s, your pretty face relaxed with your lips shaped into an O. "feels so.. — fuckin good.." his voice is pitched, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut, still continuing his intoxicating thrust which feels like light shocks from being overstimulated. he looks down to admire your facial features, he cant get enough of you, not even if he tried. "you like that? this dick fuckin you deep?" his voice is slightly hoarse, "yesyes mmhpp" you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle your sounds, not wanting to get louder. "let me hear you." , he grabs your hand and places it your tummy buldge.

"i-im sorry... ohmygodd.. you fuckin me so good, papi.." your wet sounds from your previous orgasms leaving his lower stomcach sticky. "shit..gonna cum mama.." cant help but feel embarassed from being close too soon, but you dont care. you also want him to feel as good as you do. "fill t-this pussy up.." his cock twitching inside your silk walls, “yeah? tell me how much you want it.” thats one thing he loves, seeing you plead for anything from him, probably one of his biggest turn-ons. “so bad baby.. mhpp! make me a mom of two..” Thats all connie hears, two. "thats what i like to hear, mama.." his pace picks up, "s-shit baby..fuck im cumming.."

his breathing quickens before he lets out a drawn out groan of your name followed by a few other thrusts. letting out whimpers at his thick seed sitting inside you before dripping onto the sheets. soon he pulled out, watching in awe whilst trying to catch his breath. "jus’ wait til fathers day. imma make it up to you." refering to everything hes did for you today, "lookin forward to it, catch yo breath. i ain done." "wha..?" "you head me, imma make sure you a mother of two."

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DTF Only (Let's Experiment) - connie springer x reader 18+

pairing: Connie Springer x afab! Reader summary: Connie invites you to a kick-back for some playtime ;) word count: 3500+ notes: Part 4 of DTF Only. My first piece with Connie, don't know what took me so long to write for him because this was more fun than I thought ! I need to write more of him. (Indented text refers to Reader's messages). Thank you to those who gave me ideas of what kind of tattoos Connie would have on this post. I appreciate the inspo! warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, handjobs, vaginal sex ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

You declined Reiner’s offer to stay over. He was still kind of enough to drive you home afterwards. While you had fun with him, you didn’t want to make it awkward for him when he had to check out of the hotel.

Exhausted, you collapse onto your bed after your nighttime routine, reopening Tinder before you go to sleep. 

A new message from another match came through a few hours earlier. 

Hey there!!!!! What’s up? Wanna hang?

Tapping on Connie’s profile, you see that he’s currently active. 

The enthusiasm is nice, but you take the time to assess his profile and pictures like you did with Reiner and Porco. 

Light brown hair, kept on the shorter side, cartilage piercings on one ear, and as seen in every photo, a tattoos along his arm. You can’t make out what they are, however. He’s another cutie. You always knew you had good taste as far looks go.

Judging from the pictures, he’s a musician, whether professional or amateur, you don’t know, seated behind a drum set with a video of him in action. The clashing of symbols and beating of drums echo loudly in your room and you can tell he’s got a lot of energy. He’s twenty-eight, so that could explain the spunk.

Switching over to his bio, you laugh. 

Drummer 🥁 420 friendly  5’9”, sorry ladies, but God put the extra inches elsewhere 😉

Hey Connie In bed but would like to hang out some time Free this week?

Hey!!! I’m free rn!!! I’m a great cuddler 😉

Good to know lol

Jk You doing anything tomorrow night? My friend is hosting a kick-back, come by!

A party? On a Tuesday night? Connie’s friends must be an interesting bunch. 

Haha kinda My friends have weird schedules, so we end up meeting randomly during the week A couple people, nothing wild, what do you say? Be my guest? 😁

You see no harm in it, and if you do end up sleeping with Connie, there’s a guarantee that you’ll have a room.

Yesssss!!!! It starts at 7:30p Here’s my number btw, I can send you the address through there. 

You debate whether you want to exchange numbers right away.

Alright, just sent you a text. 

Connie abandons the conversation on Tinder, replying via his number.  

Nice! Can’t wait to meet you Anyways…what’re you wearing to bed?

Good night 

…

You can hear the music playing faintly on the other side of the door, so you ring the doorbell after knocking to ensure that someone will answer. 

It swings open a minute later, and you’re met with a confused looking man with blond hair. 

I can never escape the blond men, you muse, straining a smile. 

“Hi…” Your eyes peek over the man’s frame for any sign of Connie. “Connie invited me.”

He tilts his head, thinking for a moment when it clicks. “Oh! Oh, yeah, he said you’re coming.” He says your name and you confirm with a nod. “Cool, come inside—”

“Is she here?” a voice rings out, an octave higher than the music. 

Connie sidles to the blond man, skidding to a stop like an eager dog, greeting you. “Hi! Thanks for coming by! Come in, come in, this is Niccolo by the way, it's his house.”

You and Niccolo exchange an awkward wave as you step inside, allowing Connie to slide his arm along your shoulders. 

In person, his hair is a little longer, on the scruffy side; you think it suits him best, and up close you get a better look at the piercings on his ear. He’s got a total of three. He’s wearing a long-sleeve, flannel overshirt, so his tattoos are hidden from view, however you notice a small smiley tattoo peeking behind the shell of his ear. 

And as he eagerly leads you through the home, asking in earnest about your day, practically skipping at your side, you’re endeared by him. He’s really cute. 

The kick-back is mainly in the living room, although you did see a couple of people trickle in and out of the kitchen. Connie reels you over to the couch where a small group of friends are mingling.

“Guess who’s here in the flesh!” Connie calls their attention, squeezing your shoulder with excitement. He introduces you to each friend. 

“Onyankopon,” Connie says.

You take the friendly man’s hand, recognizing him in at least one of Connie’s pictures. “Hi.”

He smiles. “Good to meet you. Connie’s been excited all night.”

“Has he?” You look to the man at your side. 

Connie beams with an affirmative nod, and you breathe a laugh at that. 

“Same here,” you say. 

“That’s Sasha and that’s Yelena.” Connie points to two women, rolling up a spliff. “Sasha’s Niccolo’s sweetheart.” Connie lowers his voice to your ear, like it’s a secret. “And over here…”

You’re paraded around like a shiny, new toy, but you can tell it’s well-meaning. As for his friends, they’re all friendly, seizing a chance at small talk with you before Connie intervenes to introduce you to more people. 

From the amount of guests, you met within the first hour, you gathered that Connie’s a popular guy, and it’s easy to see why. 

He’s so friendly with everyone, eager to have you feel welcomed that you’re content just being there. But you’d be remiss to say that you didn’t want to see more of him in private. 

“You’re really cute by the way,” Connie says as you both take a seat on the couch. “I told everyone that you were.”

“Thanks, Connie,” you say. “How do you know everyone?”

Sasha hands Connie the rolled spliff. He digs into the pocket of his jeans to light the end. 

“Would you like a hit?” he asks. You let him know you’ll take one later, and he explains that he and Sasha have been friends since high school and that when she started dating Niccolo, he and Onyankopon needed a drummer for their band. 

“We mainly play at bars for now,” Onyankopon supplies. 

Connie nods after he takes a long pull. “Most of us work during the day so it works out best for us.”

“You ever date a musician before?” Sasha pipes up.

You look to Connie with a grin. “Never have.”

“Well, aren’t you lucky to have matched with Connie,” Niccolo laughs. 

“I think so too,” you confirm, admiring Connie’s features. While not a typical date, you’re fine with the laid-back environment. 

“Drummers are the best kinds to date.” Connie throws in. “We have the most energy, on and off the stage.” His brows wiggle. 

The chemistry is so natural, it flows between you both.

“I want to witness more of the off-stage energy.”

Connie bites his lip, scooting closer. 

Your knees bump. Connie stretches an arm, lacking any subtlety, a gesture ripped from a teen movie. He feigns a yawn, hand coming around, stopping short above your breast. 

Without preamble, your hand slides into his thigh. 

Connie stiffens, coughing up smoke into his elbow. The whole room watches him with amusement, and you snatch up the spliff to take a long pull. 

“You good there, Connie?” you ask, innocuous, letting the smoke escape your lips in a stream.

Connie clears his throat. “Uh huh.”

Tilting your head, you give him a playful look. “You sure?”

“He’s got an erection,” Niccolo points out with a snort. 

The others exchange humored looks but don’t tease poor Connie further. 

You, on the other hand can’t help yourself, bringing the end of the spliff to Connie’s lips. 

For a moment, he’s taken aback, still distracted with the frustration between his legs. When he notices you’ve leaned closer, he bites the end of the spliff, taking a drag, eyes glued to yours.  You both smile, reading the others’ mind, inching closer together. You open your mouth to meet his, accepting the stream of smoke and the slide of Connie’s tongue. 

It's soft, something you didn’t expect. For a moment, you’re lost in the feel of his lips, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth, sampling each other’s taste. Your hand sinks deeper between his legs, brushing against a bulge tightening underneath his jeans the same time fingers trail downwards, ghosting your breast. 

Someone clears their throat. 

You and Connie freeze, open mouths awkwardly hovering each other’s, both turning.

Niccolò and Onyankopon share knowing looks, and it’s the former who shakes his head at Connie. 

Connie pulls away suddenly, releasing a relaxed laugh. “Oh, um…” He reaches for your hand on his lap. “I…I wanted to show you something…”

Along with Niccolò and Onyankopon, you stifle your laughter at Connie’s attempt at being slick. But you humor him anyways. 

“Oh, uh huh?”

Connie nods, getting to his feet, a grin splitting his mouth. “Yeah…it’s upstairs.” He tugs your hand. 

This time you can’t hold back your amusement. “Okay, show me what it is upstairs.”

Connie’s smile broadens, squeezing your hand that your pulse hitches. He drags you off. 

“Connie—please don’t make a mess—”

You hear Niccolo’s voice ring out, but there’s a tone of defeat there, and you throw a brief look over your shoulder as an apology ahead of time. 

Upstairs, it’s quiet, not a soul around. Connie rushes towards the nearest door by the second-floor landing and enters like it’s somewhere he’s been many times before. 

The door clicks shut, you and Connie are on each other, lips and teeth clashing, roaming hands like teenagers. 

Clothes fall away in a tornado. Moans echo between breathless kisses. 

Connie reels back first, hands on your shoulders. His gaze drags up and down your nude body. 

“Shit.” He nods again more eagerly. “You’re really something. Fucking smoke show.” 

You had taken the chance to admire his body as well. Strong, lean arms, muscles flexing with every movement, and you’re finally graced with a look of his mysterious tattoos on his arm. 

They vary in size, but nothing too big. A magic eight-ball, a cassette tape, some odd, geometric shape, spaced around his shoulder. A spade, a melting ice cream cone, a drum—Hello Kitty...littered along his bicep.

Trailing your hands along it, you tilt your head, curious. “What’s the story behind this one?”

Connie hitches a laugh. “No real story just got it after a gig one night. Tattoo artist said she’d do it for free if I let her pick. Most of these I got at random.”

On his forearm, there’s a larger tattoo of a bull, detailed with a backdrop of a crescent moon and toadstools. “A bull?”

Connie hums. “Yeah, I’m a Taurus, and I like that zodiac stuff. Plus, I’m strong like a bull.” On cue, he flexes his forearm, and you feel the muscle tighten at your fingertips.

“I like it.” Your eyes drift from his arm to the rest of his body.  A lean torso, rising and falling with quick breaths, a toned stomach that plunges into a deep V, his dick swings, happy, erect, and inviting. 

You reach for it.

Connie bristles at the contact, grinning as you stroke the shaft. Together you watch his dick twitch as you brush the tip with your thumb. 

“Ooohh, that’s the spot…” He shivers. “You’re gonna make me go apeshit before I get a chance to fuck you, huh?” Peering up, he wiggles his eyebrows, and you snort. 

He’s so lighthearted, it’s refreshing. Of course, you don’t mind seduction, the mind fuck, or even shameless vulgarity. But sex should be fun too. Connie’s just eager to get laid, and you can’t fault him for being open and honest about that.

He steps closer, chasing after your touch for more stimulation. “Keep going. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for your pussy—respectfully.” He adds the last part with a grin. 

And you continue to stroke him, hand moving in stride as he approaches you, taking your face in his hands. 

Leaning his head down, he whispers into your lips. “You know how to make a guy feel…”

His tongue slides past, moving along yours in an uneven rhythm. You both laugh, trying again, but it remains sloppy and frivolous that you don’t complain. 

He makes light of it with his everlasting humor. “Making out with someone new can be a little trial and error, but we improvise…” He groans again, lifting his chin, head thrown back.

You’ve picked up the pace, thumbing the tip of his dick with more pressure, precum dribbles into your fist. “Does this feel nice, Connie?” 

“Real nice…your hand is so soft…”

You stroke him for another minute, exchanging more heated kisses. His hands travel to your chest, palming your breasts, and swirling his thumbs around your nipples. 

You whimper, sensitive to the touch, inhaling Connie’s chuckle.

“Someone likes it when I do this, eh?” His thumbs move faster, orbiting your nipples. He pinches one, pleasure radiating to your center.

“Connie…” 

He pulls away, taking your wrist to stop you. Most of the color in his eyes have been swallowed by his pupils. “I want to try something. Alright with you if we experiment?”

Your brows furrow. With the warm throb between your legs, however, you nod.

Connie’s smile brightens like a Christmas tree. With your wrist in his hand, he leads you to the bed.

You settle your knees onto the mattress, inwardly apologizing to Niccolo for what you and Connie are about to do. 

Before he joins you on the bed, Connie’s eyes go blank. He spins around, crouching to fish through his discarded jeans. He pulls out a condom. 

“Safety first. But if you want to raw-dog it…”

You smile, shaking your head. “Safety first.”

Connie’s quick with the condom, rolling it down his shaft and hopping on the bed, rolling back on his haunches. “Okay, this position I want to try out is a little unorthodox.”

You frown. “Go on…” 

Connie falls back, catching himself on his elbows. He gestures you to come closer. “Now first, lay on top of me, on your back.”

Sliding over, your legs crawl atop his, your center dampening as you nudge his dick. Head nestled below his chin, you crane a look up. “Okay…”

“This is the unorthodox part.” Connie’s hands roam to your side, lifting you up. “I want you to hold yourself up on your arms with your back arched, kind of like you’re draping over me.”

You lift off his chest, but pause, trying to grasp what he wants you to do. Arched back? Draped? An image pops into your brain and you lift your body off Connie’s, arms rooting on either side of him. You bow your back in a backwards arch, head hanging.

“Like this?” You strain to say, arms trembling. He’s right this is an unorthodox position. 

“Just like that. Now…I’m going to fuck into you this way. Okay?”

“Uh…okay.” 

The bedsheets rustle beneath you, fingers tickling your sides, you almost fall. 

“Whoa, I got you.” Connie’s hands stabilize you. “Alright. You look fucking great like this by the way.”

The drag of his dick along your pussy catches you off guard. You flinch a little, hips bucking up. 

“Baby don’t run from it.” Connie’s whine softens with laughter. “It just needs a special kind of hug…” A nudge punctuates along your folds.

You smile up at the ceiling, steadying your legs to give Connie better access. “Right, sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Connie lines up again, hands grasping onto your ribcage. “It’ll feel good, scout’s honor!”

His dick rubs along your pussy, gathering the slick drooling down your thighs. He grunts beneath you, the tip of his dick twitches, and you know he can’t stave off for much longer. To be fair, neither can you, not in the position he has you in.

Connie manages to hold you up without so much strain, you’re unable to hold back your surprise. He wasn’t kidding when he said he had the strength of a bull.

“You’re really strong.” 

You catch the hearty, earnest laugh behind you, shivering from the tip of his dick lining up with your entrance. 

“Thanks! If you’re impressed with that, baby, you’ll love my stamina. You ready?”

Although your head hangs backwards, you manage a meager nod. “Uh huh.”

Connie lifts his hips up, pushing into your pussy in a slow, deep stroke. 

It’s an odd feeling, like you’ve gotten impaled, but you like it… And because you can’t watch his dick go in, you focus on the sensation of being filled. He pulls out and repeats the action, a gradual build for you to acclimate to this position.

“What do you think of that, eh?” 

Eyes trained on the ceiling, you wish you could get a better look at Connie’s face, laughing at the humor in his voice, his playful spunk turning you on more than you imagined it would.

“It’s a new angle for me, Connie,” you grunt when he thrusts deeper. “Time to show off that stamina.”

Hands dig into the arch of your back to keep you steady. “Say less, beautiful!”

He thrusts up, hips smacking against your ass.

You feel him deeper, fucking into you with stride, projecting a low moan to fall with your head thrown back. Blood rushes to your head, but you don’t notice the discomfort, pussy throbbing, fluttering around Connie’s dick. 

“Shiiiiiiiit—you feel fucking—wonderful—” Connie grunts between each snap of his hips. “So warm—so tight—”

His hips clap against your ass, bouncing off the walls. You arch your back further, adjusting your position a bit to lower yourself to Connie’s cock without seating on him entirely. 

“Ooooooh! Even better!” Connie rasps, picking up the pace. 

His grip tightens at your sides with bruising pressure, but you don’t mind it, relishing in the way his cock drives deeper into you; the tip prodding the spongy spot inside.

You shut your eyes, only aware of the way Connie fucks into you over and over again, sparks of pleasure burning warmer with each thrust. 

“Fuck…Connie…” Your moan is heavy with passion. Goosebumps prick your scorching skin as you feel your body foreshadowing your release. 

“Ha—I’m loving this too, baby.” 

Your thighs spread apart, wanting to pull him in more if it’s possible. Oh! From the way your pussy flutters around Connie’s dick, it’s very possible. 

You wonder if you look as sexy as you feel. Hardened nipples facing the ceiling, back bowed in a deep arch, flexing the column of your throat, every gasp falling out like a waterfall. It’s amazing what shapes the body can take, enticing to know the various positions that offer pleasure.

Connie makes good on that stamina. The momentum builds and you want it to last for as long as possible, despite the dizziness in your head. For a while, you don’t notice anything except Connie fucking into you, the fullness of his length stretching you out. Every muscle in your body works to keep you steady, but you tend to skip arm day at the gym, therefore you’re not that strong. Your arms tremble. You claw at the sheets to help anchor you in place. 

“Feeling sore?” Connie rasps.

“A little, my arms are getting tired.”

Connie offers you a solution. “It’s okay, let yourself fall to my chest—I’ll take care of the rest.” He continues to fuck you while you decide. 

“Ah—are you—sure?” Words strain in your throat.

“Yeah, yeah,” he breathes. “Lay on my chest, I got you, it’ll feel just as good.”

You don’t hesitate, one wobbly arm after the other, your back lands on Connie’s chest, resting your head on his shoulder. Your muscles go lax in relief. 

Connie kisses your sweaty temple, snaking his arms around you. He lines his dick against your folds again, pushing back inside in a deep thrust. 

Connie gropes your breast, thumb swiping against the hardened nipple. 

You inhale, chest ballooning. 

The stimulation does not end there. Connie’s other hand finds your apex, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit as he fucks into you. 

“See, told you I’d take care of the rest,” Connie breathes into your hairline, voice ragged. 

“Connie…don’t stop.” You wrap your hand around his, urging him to rub your clit faster. 

He gets the hint, and your climax is close, so close, you grab onto Connie’s arm at your chest, driving your nails into his skin. 

Laughter rumbles in Connie’s chest. “Someone’s almost there, huh? Fuck—me too.” His hips snap up, desperate. 

“Connie—I’m gonna—” You throw your head back, cutting yourself short, pulsing and cumming on Connie’s cock. 

“Shit, that was fucking hot.” Connie hugs you to his chest, fucking into you with more purpose. “I’m about to nut—your pussy feels so fucking good.”

His sloppy rhythm becomes pointed with quick, sharp bucks of his hips. You hear the deep moan pouring out of his mouth, he lifts your bodies off the mattress, wanting to reach the heavens as he orgasms.

The room falls quiet, save for the heavy breathing against your ear. Connie’s dick stutters inside of you and you both stay like that for a moment. Your back glued to his sticky chest, ass and pussy held in the air by Connie’s hips. 

When his cock softens, he slips out, a pair of hips collapses onto poor Niccolò’s bed. 

Connie blows out a sigh, warm breath fanning your hair. “Shit…oh shit…” He swallows, rubbing his hands along your arms lazily. “That was hella fun. What’d you think, beautiful? If you liked that, I have another position we can try out.”

You heave a tired laugh, but you’re not against the idea. Maybe another time. 

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